Paw Patrol Tickled Novels & Stories

I was too exhausted. I sighed. In a distant, barking erupted and not long a heavy weight pounded on me. I pried my eyes open to see a big white fury animal lapping on the side of my head. It then started licking my whole face. I yelped half standing, pushing away the big labrador. "Ow...come on Rich don't do that, your tickling me!" I shrieked hugging the dog, smelling his coconut shampoo. "I missed you boy..." I burry my face in his fur.

If I didn't see his smirk, I would have thought that he was badly injured. "Shit, that hurts." He rubbed his butt and playfully glared at me, "You shouldn't have done that." "But I did." I widened my eyes, daring him to do something. "...... TICKLER THE MONSTER IS HERE!!" He growled out, making me screech loudly when he jumped on me and started tickling me. "Staaahp!" I laughed as I try pushing his hands off of me. "DUDE!" "This is what you get for hurting mah beautiful butt!" He poked my tummy, my neck, heck, even my armpits!

I swiftly changed the topic of conversation. "Are you experiencing any pain?" I used my fingers to gently touch various areas around his shoulder. "Ha... yes." "Sorry Sir," I withdrew my fingers. "And here?" I asked as I touched near his neck. "Hmm... no." "And here?" I inquired, aiming to determine where he felt the most pain when I touched him. To my surprise, during our initial encounter, he smiled. I hadn't realized I was tickling him, but my fingers had ventured into his armpit. It was at that moment, when he suddenly smiled and withdrew his hand, that I became aware I had unintentionally tickled him.

—This drawing is one of my favorites – I point to his pajamas and I see his little eyes sparkle happily – you can bet you look like a hunk… I mean, a wolf – I wink, smiling and touching his little nose. It's a matter of seconds, in a blink of an eye the straw was no longer in front of me but on the sofa where it was attacked by a red Deniel. He tickled the stick as he spoke: — You little brat, first you're hitting on and now you're making out with my female right in front of me – increases the intensity. —Pa-pa-pala Niel – says the straw while laughing. I shake my head smiling at the scene and nod at Kath indicating my next move.

"Babe, let the mother-to-be have some air! You want to see those pups when they are born, right?" I sheepishly smiled at Paulette's laughing face. "Sorry." Rollings growled lowly, which earned him a warning growl from my mate. I watched as Paulette crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Rollings. He actually looked down in shame as she scolded him. "If you EVER growl at my best friend again, I will not allow you to touch me for a full month! 30 days do you get that, mister?!" She then winked at me. "Besides SHE is our Luna, she out ranks us!"

Ripplecloud looked more annoyed while Sandfang simply looked uncomfortable without a warm nest to sleep in. Once that task was finished Willowpaw went on asking who had ticks. Reedpaw's nose wrinkled at the thought of cleaning ticks – he remembered hearing the older apprentices complaining about it. The stench of mousebile was so strong that he managed to pick it up from the nursery. "There's a tick on my left ear that I've been trying to get for days now," Ripplecloud muttered after giving her ear a scratch. "Would you be so kind as to fetch some mousebile and pull it off for me?"

He squeals and laughs when his hand glides over her coat, squirming in Chad's arms. “Does it tickle you?” Chad asks him. “Ess.. the doggy tickle my hand!” Chad just laughs. “You know what I like to do?” “Ut?” “I like to lay on the doggy like she is a big, soft pillow! Want to lay with me? We can give her hugs.” Chad says to the child who screws up his face into a weird look of confusion that Chad finds adorable. “Huh? Hugs?”

His ears were huge, his paws slightly too big for his legs, and he barreled toward Pockets with uncontainable joy. Pockets let out a bark that sounded like delight, and finally, the puppy chaos commenced. They tumbled over each other in the snow, yipping, wriggling, and doing full-body wags while Tinkerbell watched anxiously. Zeus pretended he wasn’t absolutely beaming with parental pride. Alan stepped back to give them room, and I stood with Makayla, leaning into her as we watched our little fur monster reunite with his bloodline. “This is perfect,” I said, my cheek pressed to her shoulder.

I thought it felt as if fine hairs were caressing your ears. As I felt before, I got goosebumps, then tumbled. Mr. P acts the same way. "Lol ...," we all laughed at Mr. P. Mr. P then turned to the source of the sound. "Damn you!" he replied, stroking the lobe of his right ear. I knew the ticklish did not want to go away. Mr. P was resentful of being shocked in that way. He glanced at my fingers. Yes, it was the mimosa flower that was caressing him earlier. "Damn it!" said Mr. P again.

Despite my attempts to suppress my laughter, it proved impossible. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Jasper playfully pulled me onto the bed and declared, "Tickle war!" My initial reaction was one of panic, and I struggled vigorously to break free from his grasp, but he was too strong for me. The tickling began, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter, even as my sides began to ache. In a moment of desperation, I cried out for assistance.